I’m fairly sure that this is a true statement. Why some may wonder? My eyes. I seem to have horrible eyes when it comes to golf. Unless I place the ball in the direct centre of the fairway I cannot find it. If I am even the slightest bit into the rough, I cannot find my ball. I lose it in flight. I try to note the general direction, but when I get to the place where I was certain it landed, it typically isn’t there. I’m not sure what is wrong with me. I’m fairly bright, I tend to place above average on spatial acuity tests. But for some unknown reason I cannot follow a golf ball that, on occasion, wanders into the trees.
The worst part is how this affects my golf game. Continue reading ‘Golfing with your eyes open’
Published at July 17, 2005
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I’ve finally been to my first ribfest. It’s hard to think of anything more American than people lining up for hours to drop $20 on a full rack of pork ribs dripping in special and secret blends of BBQ sause. How do I know? Well, becuase I lined up for an hour. I didn’t mean to. Honestly. But after 20min I was commited, and was convinced these must be the best ribs I will ever taste, becuase how could a line of 100 people be wrong? Sure, I could have gone to one of the other ribbers, with shorter lines, but instinct tells me the longest line must equal the best ribs. Sadly I was hugly disapointed. Continue reading ‘Bonafide Down Home Texas Trail, Rodeo Riot, Double Barrel B.B.Q. RIBS’
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